I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
  So I better get away, better make it today
  I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
  But I can't control it, my face is drawn
  My instinct still emotes it
    I slash them cold, I kill them dead
  I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads
  I'll bomb them out from under the beds
  But now I've got the running gun blues
    It seems the peacefuls stopped the war
  Left generals squashed and stifled
  But I'll slip out again tonight
  Cause they haven't taken back my rifle
  For I promote oblivion
  And I'll plug a few civilians
    I'll slash them cold, I'll kill them dead
  I'll break them gooks, I'll crack their heads
  I'll slice them till they're running red
  But now I've got the running gun blues